A week ago last Saturday I was sick and decided I needed medical attention. I went to a CVS “walk-in” clinic, signed in with the computer only to have it say on the last screen ‘we have no more appointments.” Appointments? Why is this called a walk-in clinic if you have to make an appointment? So I drove miles out of my way to visit another CVS clinic only to have the same thing happen. Let me tell you, I couldn’t stop coughing by this time. I was sick. A block from this CVS was an urgent care so I pulled into the parking lot and it was basically empty. I thought it might have been closed. But I went to check anyway and it was open! I walked up to the receptionist only to have her tell me they were appointment only that day, but I guess me coughing and hacking so bad she felt sorry for me and took me in. I was so grateful. The PA that checked me out said I had bronchitis and wheezing. Oh wow..I was sicker than I thought I was. She gave me four prescriptions. Did I say I was so grateful. On my drive to pic up my prescriptions I got to coughing so bad I was vomiting and couldn’t stop. I thought I was gonna have to pull over to the side of the road, but I pushed on. When I got to CVS to pick up my prescriptions they weren’t ready and I had to wait 45 minutes. Now it was an hour drive from the urgent care to the CVS. Then I waited another 45 minutes. Then after I got my prescriptions I was walking down the aisle, I looked into my bag and one prescription was not in there! OMGsh...I had to go back into the line and wait, all the while coughing and hacking and feeling like I was gonna throw up. I know Jesus got me through all that. When I got home I couldn’t stop coughing and spent the night throwing up and coughing. I told my cat if I died that night please don’t eat me. Well, I did make it to the next morning. Praise God!
I haven’t babysat my grand baby for almost two weeks. That’s how long this nasty virus has hung on. Even now, I’m still coughing, but not nearly as bad. I think I will start my inhaler and hope that takes care of this tail end of this virus. I was reading that the normal flu/cold viruses are gonna hang onto us a lot longer because we have been washing our hands so much that we now have no immunity to even the smallest of bugs. I believe that. We have jeopardized our immune system.
It is October 2021 now. I’m usually keen on decorating for the seasons, but I just haven’t felt it this year. We have little to no extra money. I still gotta get dog food which costs a lot.
Right now life feels a tiny bit normal. Donald is out on his tractor (I’m still scared he is gonna fall) and I am here typing on my blog. It feels good to have a moment to collect my thoughts and just now have to be on high alert every second. Although in the back of my mind I know I am. I am keeping my ears open.
I know my seasonal depression will be starting. I have to fight through that, too. That is why I try to do ancestry research in the winter to help me fight through the dark days. I did find that my sixth great grandfather is a revolutionary war veteran which is cool.
I guess this is all for now.
Blessings,
Bev
